After reincarnation, I became a junk picker [Unlimited]

The strength of that corpse was astonishing, and there was an unknown shriek from its mouth.

"Well--"

Mevanau, who always claimed to be strong and strong, only felt that he was under his hands, like a crisp and thin sugar cane, which would snap off in just a second.

Due to the inability to breathe, there was a burning pain in the chest cavity.

Mevanau really didn't have time to think about all these weirdnesses, and tore with the corpse desperately.

"Cough!" The arms stretched so hard that the veins tensed, but they couldn't shake off the iron-like corpse.

The scene manager who was still alive on the opposite side had already been frightened, thinking that Mevanau would die as tragically as his companion, so he cried hoarsely: "Come and save us!!"

There were a few heavy muffled sounds, the sound of Mevanau and the corpse wrestling and falling to the ground.

The corpse seemed to have been ordered to use all its strength to cut off Mei Fannao's neck. Mei Fanao lost more and more strength under this guy's hands. The strength gradually disappeared.

He was already on the verge of the limit, and began to roll his eyes constantly, and his hands were also weak and fluttered indiscriminately.

"Hahahaha……"

The little girl's cute laughter sounded again, ethereal and terrifying, as if it was chuckling right next to his ear.

Mevanau struggled wildly. When his right hand was scribbling on the ground, he seemed to have touched some round beads. He had no time to think about it, but the moment he touched it, a miracle happened.

The body that had been trying to strangle Mevanau to death had given up.

Just for a split second, the stage manager's corpse and the ghosts of the group performers in front of them stopped together, and then, the magnificent palaces around them were like burning paper houses, and they were gradually wiped out in the illusion of flames.

The staff rolled their eyes, almost fainted, and cried, "Woo... disappeared..."

Even the crisp and sinister smile of the little girl disappeared.

"Cough cough cough cough! Mom...Damn it!"

A mouthful of air mixed with the smell of burning rushed into the lungs, and Mevanau coughed violently, and retched as if she fell over, and almost vomited out her heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

He wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes. Although his physical strength is weak, according to the current situation, the staff member opposite needs to be comforted more. Seeing the vague shadow of the other party clamping his legs, he knew that he must have peed out of fear.

"But the dog is really hateful. It can't be seen or touched, and it also has the emperor's disease!" Mevanau got up and went to help the man.

He couldn't help but get goosebumps when he thought of the weird scene where the corpses all kowtowed to the empty throne just now.

"Thank you... really thank you..."

The staff member who was crying uncontrollably was helped up, like a melted rice cake stick, and was so frightened that his whole body collapsed towards Mevanau.

When a normal person encounters this situation, it is considered good psychological quality not to faint from fright.

Mevanao patted him on the shoulder and nodded indiscriminately: "It's okay, it's okay brother, it's still very dangerous here in the middle of the night, let's go back first."

As a result, before he could step out of the ruins, he heard a weak and trembling female voice from somewhere behind him: "Don't go...wait for me..." The crying was mournful, continuous, and intermittent.

"It's over, it's over! It's coming again, it's coming again!!" The staff was so frightened that their noses burst out, and they grabbed Mevanau tightly, "Master... Master, don't go, let's run!!"

Mevanau seriously doubted that the eldest brother was too frightened and his legs were weak, otherwise he would be able to fly out on the spot.

"It's okay." He took a photo in the dark, blinked his black eyelashes, and found that the yin and yang eyes didn't hurt, so he repeated, "It's okay, that's a living person."

"A living person?" The staff was forcibly removed.

Mei Fanao walked under the dragon chair in a few steps, frowned and opened the empty shell-like seat, and found that there was a shivering woman curled up inside.

Seeing that the woman was shaking as if she had touched a switch, it was obvious that she was in a very bad state of mind.

"Hi." Mevanau called out.

The woman was shocked for a moment, and carefully raised her head with tears on her face, as if she was afraid that the other party would kill her violently, as if the wind was so turbulent that everyone would be afraid.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Tang Xi, Mei Fanau's favorite actor.

"Ms. Tang..." Xiaomei was startled, and quickly pulled her up, "Why are you here? Why did you run out at night? It's dangerous, get up, get up!"

Tang Xiping's daily aura is strong and confident, glamorous, and has always been a "queen".

Now that she was frightened by destruction, she cried until Lihua Daiyu drooped her eyebrows, her makeup was mottled, and she had a weak and fragile beauty.

"Mr. Mei!" Tang Xi choked up deeply, and threw herself into Mei Fanao's arms.

At the same time, a shiny green leaf fell on the top of Bu Xing's hair, and Bu Xing stretched out his hand to caress it, seeing how delicate and pure the green was, he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that three people ran away and lost..."

He threw the leaf away, walked forward slowly, his gaze was like a torch, and said in a deep voice: "Why can't I see a single person? Could it be that they are all on the side of Mevanau?"

At this moment, Bu Xing tripped slightly.

Looking down, it was an embroidered shoe less than the size of his palm, bright red as if it was fresh blood, with a unique terrifying aura after time precipitation.

It stands to reason that this thing should not be picked up casually, but Bu Xing, who is born with a fierce aura so strong that he can fight with ghosts, tilted his head and squinted for a second, then picked it up, made gestures, and thought to himself: "This size and style , it should be the child's shoes, could it be that they fell during the daytime shooting?"

Ning Mei thought for a while, and he denied his previous thoughts.

The costumes and props of the crew are generally a little old, but this little embroidered shoe looks very new, with a strange sense of familiarity.

Is it...

Bu Xing's face changed slightly.

No wonder they looked familiar. When he went to the shroud shop to look for Mevanau, he would often see such colorful and fresh clothes and shoes, which were for the dead!

"Big brother, big brother!"

The childish voice sounded, causing Bu Xing to look back.

This large area is a backward and dilapidated rural setting, so when it was late at night and the lights were not on, when I saw the little girl with black hair and red shirt by the moonlight, it directly sent chills from the spine to the bottom of my heart.

An abnormal coldness permeated up, and Bu Xing's hairs stood on end.

The little girl looked less than ten years old, and stood abruptly at the entrance of the village with a bright red body, looking at him. Her dark eyes seemed to be cold, but there was a strange smile that seemed to be absent from the corner of her mouth.

As expected, one of her feet was bare: "My shoes are with you, big brother give them back to me."

This voice is full of evil, which makes people's head hurt.

"..." Bu Xing secretly took out his pocket watch, intending to look for a chance to throw it out and turn it into a soul whip. His handsome face had no warmth, and his voice was cold, "What if I don't?"

The little girl in red smiled, her expression was extremely stiff and unnatural, as if wearing a thick layer of pimples.

She giggled and said, "Then I'll dig out big brother's eyes. I like big brother's eyes, they are so beautiful."

As soon as I heard that Bu Xing's eyes were beautiful, there was a doubtful "hmm" from a child in the darkness, followed by another suspicious "hmm" sound one after another, like a crow coming out of a cage, curiously raising its pitch densely Resounded in the dark night where you can't see your fingers.

It seems that countless people are staring at the divination stars.

Bu Xing's heart skipped a beat, his scalp tightened.

With his sharp eyesight, he pointed to a secret and dark corner and said, "I can't give you the shoes. I think the shoes belong to her."

In that corner, there was also a little girl in red clothes standing with a pale face. Hearing this, she turned her head stiffly and looked over.

"No!" The little girl at the entrance of the village annoyed him and yelled in a sharp voice, "No!!!"

Her face changed dramatically, and her facial features were distorted into a terrifying expression.

"I'm going to goug your eyes—"

"What's so fun about eye-gouging? You really don't know much about it." Bu Xing sneered, as if he had grasped the little ghost's curiosity. Amidst the rising tone of doubts, he took out a pocket watch that could turn into a soul whip Come on, "I have something more fun."

The pocket watch chain is slender and light, and the luster of the watch body is like obsidian, which is particularly eye-catching under the moonlight when it is swayed.

Simply a beautiful work of art.

Bu Xing's eyes were blazing, his brows were downcast, and he saw clearly the situation that made him shudder in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he saw him take out a new toy, children with green faces and fangs popped up one after another in the dark, one after another, and one dragged the other, densely piled up like sesame seeds all over the country road, making one's scalp tingle , nausea in the stomach.

"I want this..." Seeing this, another little girl in red walked towards Bu Xing slowly, "I want this."

Even if the children who died tragically in their childhood became ghosts, their childlike innocence was still intact, and their voices resounded like singing.

"I want this too..."

"give me……"

The dead children walked towards the divination star like a tide, and the scene was spectacular.

The little girl in red who had lost a shoe was terrified when she saw this, she screamed to tell the other little ghosts to go away, and desperately moved her stiff body towards Bu Xing.

Unexpectedly, the moment he touched the pocket watch, his little hand seemed to be imprinted with a red-hot iron plate, making a scorching sound.

The shrill scream resounded through the night, and the little girl in red scrambled and scrambled back a step before disappearing. The other little ghosts also ran away and disappeared into the air.

At this time, Mevanao's breathless voice came from behind: "Bu Xing! We've found everyone, go back and rest quickly, don't come out tonight!"

It was a thrilling night, and Mei Fanau, who was unlucky, kept having nightmares. In the dream, there was a little girl in red who was looking for shoes, with a look of resentment that she wanted to kill him but couldn't.

And Bu Xing also had a dream, but it was a beautiful dream.

In the dream, it was illusory, and I was sitting in meditation under the peach blossom tree in a Taoist robe, and a young man in brocade clothes seemed to be taking off a rabbit, making troubles around him endlessly.

"Smelly Taoist priest, a stinky Taoist priest who only knows the righteousness of the world all day long, the emperor is not like you!"

For a while, I learned how to meditate from him, and for a while, I went to shake the peach blossom tree, and let the colorful fallen flowers cover Bu Xing's shoulders.

"Bu Xing, please take care of me..."

"Why are you ignoring me? Okay, you dare to show off to the young master! It's outrageous!"

The boy in the dream had a clear and clear voice. He inserted a peach blossom branch into Bu Xing's hair. A small pink and tender peach blossom added a touch of spring to this cold Taoist.

Bu Xing was so annoyed that he raised his long eyebrows, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

The boy immediately lay across his knees and smiled brightly at him: "Oh, are you willing to talk to me?"

What came into my eyes was Mevanau's vigorous and handsome face, every bit of it was bright and distinct.

The author has something to say: Little girl ghost: Aww! ! !Hands are so hot! ! !

Bu Xing: Oh.